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Green sticky notes and ghosts.

Summary:

{Wally doesn’t understand these strange messages written on bright green post-it notes that keep appearing near him. Whatever it’s trying to say, the messages keep increasing in amount every day.} prompt form stealingyourbones.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Green Sticky notes

Chapter Text

Wally was mildly confused.

Not because he had finals coming up. Well, not JUST because he had finals coming up.

(Seriously what the fuck is geometry?)

Bright green sticky notes kept showing up. Now this wouldn’t be a problem if he could. Just. Figure. Out. Who’s. Doing. It.

He was a speedster. He should be able to catch whoever keeps pulling this. Easily.

The notes had some weird language written on them. He had gone to Joh’n, Diana, Clark, he had even gone to Batman.

None of them had been able to figure it out. He was going insane.

As he stared at the traitorous green notes on the table. He had an epiphany. Someone had to be screwing with him.

It was the perfect prank, leaving innocent sticky notes that seem to multiply when you took them away. Cryptic messages that seemed to be taunting you, letting your mind fill in the blanks.

It was genius! But why the bright gr- Hal! Oh, he was going to get him bac-

Barry asked “Walls are you okay?” Looking worriedly at Wally’s half finished coffee and maniacal eyes.

“Yeah, just um, figured out a problem I’d been struggling with.” He replied. Hopefully Barry brought the act.

“Un huh, ok. Well, just remember it’s okay to ask for he-“

“Yeah sure thing Barry. See you later. Bye” He said rushing out of there. He needed to get Hal back.

Sitting down he thought about how to cause some torment to Hal as payback.

Look, in hindsight, was there a more mature way he could’ve handled it? Yes. But it was finals week.

As he thought about it his eyes landed on the ghostbusters dvd that Jay watched with them last night. Perfect.

Maybe he could turn invisible using the speed force? Yeah and tap him on the shoulder randomly. Knock some stuff over.

And he did. At random times throughout the week he tapped him on the shoulder, flicked the back of his neck, knocked over things, whispered random words in his ear.

The sticky notes didn’t stop coming, in fact their just seemed to be more. At the end of week two he gave up.

Approaching Hal at the tower he said “Fine I give up! You win! Just stop these stupid sticky notes.” Shoving the notes at him.

Hal looked at him like he had two heads “What are you talking about?”

“The sticky notes? That you’ve been leaving around for two weeks? Look, I’m sorry about the ghost stuff. Let’s just call it even?”

“I haven’t been leaving these around? Wait. The ghost stuff was you? I thought I was going insane!”

“Yeah, well I was going insane! Those notes were driving me mad! So, I wanted payback.”

Hal seemed to want to argue back, but he took a deep breath and said “Ok, fine let’s just call it even.”

Hal brought up his hand to shake on it.

“Deal.”

Wally paused. “But if it wasn’t you, who did it?”

John Constantine walked in taking a long drink from his flask. But as soon as his eyes hit the brightly colored sticky notes he spit out his drink.

“Bloody hell. Where did you find these?”

Chapter 2: Ghosts

Summary:

This is the end! We finally get some answers.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

“Uhh. John, you good?” Wally asked hesitantly. John looked like he just saw a ghost, his face was sheet white.

 

Hal seemed to be similarly worried for their teammate.

 

John suddenly grabbed Wally’s shoulders.

 

“Where. Did. You. Find. That.?” He said pointing at the stack of green sticky notes.

 

Wally looked into John’s crazed eyes and made a decision.

 

He would wait until John had calmed down and calmly explain the situation.

 

Perfect. Foolproof. Flawless. Good job Wally.

 

Except for one tiny, minor, hitch.

 

“They’ve just been popping up all week near Wally.”

 

He didn’t account for Hal.

 

John seemed to look even more distressed at this statement.

 

“It’s fine, John. Why are you freaking out so much anyways?” He tried to calm John down, why was he so worked up anyways?

 

“That is ghost language.” John took a swing from his bottle.

 

Well he tried to. Wally decided it probably was for the best if John didn’t have more alcohol.

 

“Ok, maybe lay off the drink. But why does it matter so much anyways?”

 

John only glared at him for a second before moving on. “Normally ghost speak only appears around blokes on the verge of death, who’s demise is important enough to warrant the supernatural.”

 

He walked over to the table with the sticky notes and picked one up. “Bloody hell.” He cursed.

 

Wally was starting to get nervous. “What?”

 

“It seems you’ve managed to attract some attention.”

 

The room started to shake, and lights flickered.

 

“And he’s coming to collect your soul, personally.”

 

A portal started to open as long white fingers seemed to tear through the walls, revealing a figure. The figure seemed to look human at first glance, but the longer you looked the more they seemed to be off.

 

Their eyes just a bit too green, teeth a bit too sharp, hair a bit too white to be natural. In fact, when you looked closer it was clear they wern’t alive at all.

 

His skin was deathly pale and eyes glassy. Lichtenburg scars crawled up his face.

 

The sticky note in John’s hand burst into flames as John ignited his hands.

 

"̷̗̦̣̮̥̤͐̂̓͗͌̋͌̄̆̾̑Ä̴̲͕̜́͊͐w̸̢̛̲̰͉̫̖̞̉̿̊̑w̶̧͓̫̄̀̉̀͐̃̋̐̂̂͒,̷̫̺͓̳͙͛̐ ̸̛̠̞͇͓̬͓͓͗̿͋̉͠J̶̧̗͈͐́̌̈́͝ǫ̴̨̖̼̦̜͙͖͎̰̮́̍̈́h̸͚̐̔̎̿̌̔̂̑͘͝͝n̸̢͎̘̤̱̖̟̊̓̽̏͆͝ ̵̮͝d̵̟͉̩͓̺̦̬͈̻̅́̎̉͜ő̸̬̦̱̱̳͗̂n̸̡͈̦͒̍̈́̕͜'̷͉͕̪͂́͌͛́̉͛̓̊t̴̤̮́̎̈̃̎̇̎̽̏̀ ̴̡̹̪͛͗̈́̇̏̒͑͜b̶̮̜̝̝͕͈̳̮̋̆e̵̡̺̬̺͕̗̮̺͎̼̋̍̍͒̓͐́͝ ̸̡͕̘͐͒̋͝l̵̙͖̯̖̆̅̐̾̂͘͠ǐ̴̟̮̊̆̅͑̍͆͝k̸̺͖̗͂̽̚e̴̳̰̋́̅̊̊͒̕̕ ̸̨͕͈̦̱͓̼̤͖͈̓͒̌̎́̉͘ͅt̶̨̧͈͉̭̙̩̋̈́͑̎͝h̵̟̟͙͇̮̤̪̦͌͐͊̈́͒̌͒̾̚͘͝ā̵̡̙͙̬̩͙̺̙̬̈́̆͋̍ţ̶͉̙̦͌͊̈́̃̀.̵̪̓̔̎̈́̊̓̽̉͜͝ ̸̛̩̯͉̭̼̲̄͘͜W̷̡͖̣̬̪̑́̍̆́̔́̓ͅȩ̶̨̻̮͓̖̭͇̩͒͌͑̇̉͑̃̎͐̄̚r̸̯͎̣̦͉̗͚͓̋̚é̶̢͛̋͂͆̌̀͒͑͝ ̶̪̈̈͒̋̏̈́̑̅̕͠͝f̷̡̧̛̞͔̯̣̖̒̔̕͘r̶͙͎͓̙͓̐̄̕i̴͗̆̒́̔͌͑̕͜͠e̴̯͔͌̒n̶͇͉̬͛̃̋̐͋̆̎̎̕͘ͅd̴̨̧̟̞̦̯̪̳̮̰̯̈͛͌͌̑š̴̛̠̎̉̈̈́͘͝,̵̧͚̩̓̏͒́ ̵̡̩͓̳̯̗̩̘̙̒̒͗͐͗̌͑̚a̷̠̱̜̞̩͋͆́̃͋̚r̵̢̢̢͖̮̯̐͝ͅë̸̗̠̩̺͌̂̔̕ͅn̷͍͚̰̱̼̬̒͂̌̉̓͋̐̀́́͐'̴̞̤̯͑̚ͅt̵̨͍͊͌ ̵̛̗́̀̊̓͗͊w̶̢͖͖̱͖̍́̈́̊e̵̡͕̹̹͑̀?̷̡̙͈͉̀̃̽́̊͂̕͜͠͠"̶͈̖̪͇̭̗͚̬̐̉̅

 

"Not if your here to kill my friend."

 

"̴͎̠̻̤͚̳̉͘K̵͉͚̳̹͇͋̅͑́̈́̾͝͝ͅi̸̛̙̭̭̭͑̎̔̂͋͠͝l̸̞̗̪̦̖͕̬͂̍̆̉͋̊͌̾̇̄l̸̯͙͇̝̲̲̤̘̩͆̽ ̶͕̰̪̹̱̼͚̀̾̇͒͆̕ḩ̷̫̽͑̂̈́̓̽́̔̃͒͜͝i̸̪͕̩̤͉̱̺̰͖͑̎̊͜m̴̡͕̬͔̥͉̌̄̒͋̏͊̾?̴̧̡̘͔͕̜̠̟̳͈̎̇̽̒̿̓̆͝"̴͇͇̣͖̣̂̐̌̌̑̀̎̋̋̅͝  The being titled their head. "̸̢̧̢͎͚̻͚̣̜̀̉̆̔ͅͅW̶̡̤͔̲̣̦͛̽̓̾h̴̘̙͖͍͓̼̭͎͇̏̽̓͛̕͜y̶̹̥̰̓̑̿͂̈́̎͛͗͝ ̸͙͚̂̽̈́̽͝w̶̡̹̘̲͌̓͝o̶̡̢̟̺͓̠̹̓͛̈̐ũ̵̼̫͑͌̓̓̽̎͛̀͝ļ̵̛͎̗̜͍̬͙͍͓͈͋̀̽͂̂d̵͖͖̗̤̺̺̓̿͆̆̓̈́͠ ̶̡̨̢̨̘̠̝̟̮͉͎͒̿͌̌̇̋̓͝Ȋ̶̢͎̪̱̺̭͒̄̄͑͂͑ ̵̡͎̯̥͕̮̲̤̭̥́̿́̅͜ḑ̴̯̝͕̼̩̟͑̾̌̀͜͝ơ̷̺̫̼͍͉͌̀̌̀̊̌̌̃̕ ̷̡̢̠̝̘̇̾͌̃́ṯ̵͙̙̯̦̤͔̓̀̿̀͝ḧ̷̯͕̼̱̘̙͙́̊a̶̻̅̾̏̌t̸̢͎͎̞͆͂̉̕͝?̸̧̨̛̖͖͓̝̮̹̹̈́́̔͗̾̾̉"̸̦̋̑̐͐́̿

 

"Don't bloody pretend, I saw the notes."

 

"̴͕̟̇͛͒̌͛̍͐T̵̨̡̲͍̤̹̝̦͓͒̄͌̊̀̓̈́̕͘͠͠ͅh̵̝͉͍̹͔̣̰̀͘͜é̶̼̣̮̒̆̂͌̌ ̵͉̻̳̮͎͙͕̺̟̺̌́͋͘͝n̵͕̳̒ò̶̱͍̯͖̮͎͉̖̈́́̓̇́̄ͅt̸̤͓͓̠̦̺͈̙͌̎̽́̈́̆͆̅͘ͅȩ̵̖̦̩̩̙͈̪̑͜͜ş̴͙̪̳͔̠̥̈́̂̌ͅ?̷̨͉̫̦̺̲̬̀͗"̸̧̹̙̌̔͘͜ The being sounded confused and look around eyes falling onto the green sticky notes. "̸͍̪͎͖̟̤͙̀͒Y̴̛̺̥̤͍͖͉͍̐͐͜͜ͅȏ̷̪̳̗̇̅̎̒̕͝u̷̬̩͍̝̒̎̕ ̵̖̻͖̠̬̩̆̽͑͒̿ͅm̶̛̛͚̤̠̤͖̣̩͓̔́̓͒̉̆͒͘̕ͅe̶̝͙̠̳͓̼͎̘̘̗͊̇̾̌͌̓̅̈́̾ä̴͉̣͌͑̍̚ṉ̴͚͔͕̳͑͆̈́͝͝ ̸͓͖̠̣̗͖̔̓̌͗͒͜͠t̴̝̺͔͔̟̻̀̀͂͛h̴̨̛̛̥̮̖̫̭̺̟͆̕͝ǫ̸̡̡̪͉͔̻̙̋̆̄̓̀̇ͅs̵̥̫̱̭̀ȩ̶̭̼͎̰̺̪̟̲̰̑̀̂̂͂̕͝?̴̰̲͍͉̰̟̭̰̻̜̒̀̈́̓̒̈́̈́ ̴̲̭̭̓̍̏̐͒̓̚  He pointed at the notes.

 

"Yeah, I mean those." John said gearing up for a fight.

 

"̷̧̤̹͔̙̺͓͉͍̻͕͝O̵̲̓͒̅̋͘͜h̴̩̯͙̠̤͖̗̮̼̘́̌́̏̏͗͂̏̃̑̒͜,̵̢͓͒̆̓̈́̔͆̇͝ ̴̪̫̙̥͙̊̌̇͊͆͒͛Ĭ̷͉͍̱̠̻͈̖͕͍͔͌̂͘ ̸̐͜j̷̳̩͇͚̼̗͖́ù̶͍̒̑̐̇̓s̴̨̧̨͙̭̹̻͖̲̯̓̕t̴͍̔̀̐͂̇͛̋̅͐͠ ̵̡̯̮̿͛̓̈́̚͝͝w̸̰͖͗̓̌̒ͅa̵͉̘̜̠̳̪̫͚̳̯̽̊̀̑ṅ̴̢̛̛͙̤̯͈̒̂̑̆̕͝t̴͓͉̙̩̲̩͔̀ͅẹ̶̙͉͔͚͍̆̆͆͛͂͂͠ͅd̶̡̥̼̱͕̻̜͍͂̔͋͂͗͒̽̔̏͝͝ ̷̨͓̹̝̥̰̐͝ă̵̡̠̜͉͎̰͋̒́͝͠ ̴̠̤̥͈͉͕̂p̶̢̡͍͎̖̥̲̺̻̗͑̈́͛̂̑̕͝͝e̴̛̗̭̦̾͂̿̄͌̈́̇̋͝͠n̸͓͚̎̓̔̚ ̸̙̭̝̐͘p̵̩̆͒̂͑̊̄̄̆̈̍̀ȧ̷̠͚͉́̇̾̅̿̂͂l̵͎̹͆̀͊̆͠͝.̶̜͚̓"̴̗̖̗̟͈͊̈́̔̿ The being (his new pen pal?) said simply. 

 

At this the fire on John's hand vanished, and he seemed to be mildly exasperated. "Bloody hell. Really? A pen pal really!?"

 

Ok, scratch that, very exasperated.

 

The being put it's hands up in defense. "̶͓͈̯̂̋̉̌͌̌͝͠Ẃ̵̊̋̋͗̕ͅh̴̡͖̦͇̯͓̒̾̅͗̈́̎̃͒ả̵̯̜͉̫̘̮ͅt̴͍̠̬̖̣̱̭͑̈́͗̏ͅ'̸̢͔͎͙̻̼̤̄́́̈s̸̟͚̬͙̝̼̞̗̹̜̯̓̈́ ̷̬͇̔̈̆͗ͅt̴̢̠͖̤̋̓́́̃̆̃ḥ̶̒̔̍̉́͛͝͝ę̵̞́̔ ̷̡̜͚̜̣͉͓̜̰̗̌͌̎̇̉̇̀̕͜͝p̸̧͕͙͚̖̉͌̇̔̓̕r̸̙̻̉͋̐̅̇͒̀͌͝o̷̯̞̫̬̯̹̠̳̍̑̏͌̑̑͗́̈́̚b̶̙̱̠͈̳̼͍̔̑̍̃̈́̾̚̚l̴͕̒̓̌͂̈́͂͝ẻ̸̦̻̝̹͓̺̭̌m̸͔̘̥̩̈̈́̍̃̄͐͂̉́̕͜͠?̵̧̙͇͙̰͕̬͚̓͐̿ ̷̛̛̹̖̈́́̓́̏̔͒͘͠I̷̧̥̗̘̟̯̖̙̳̜̙̒̈́̃͆͗͆ ̴̧̢̛̦̼͕̱͎̣̳̌͐̇̓͘͠͝͝w̷͖̖̘̦̰͚̭̹̤̩̓͆̆̌̇͝a̸̧͍͓͕̙̲̳̭͗͛̾͒s̸͉͔̈́̓̾͐̅̒̒͛͆͠ ̴̨͉̜͔̤̣͍̣̰͖͙͋l̶̺͆̏̍̈o̷̧̻͙̪̺̍̑͗̍̽́̐̆̊͂̈́n̵͖̰̺̺͉̩̲̍̊̔̈́͊̂ȩ̵̢̙̰̥̲͎̠̱̏̄̌̀̃̓̋́̈́͝l̷̨̺̬̣̦̣̂͒̔͆̍̿̽̑́̐̍͜y̸̧̤͈̩̗̲͊͗̌̃̿̃̀.̷̡̝͈̯̞̭̣̬̭̬͐̈̔̒͗̇"̷̢̠̳̔͝

 

"What's the pro- I thought I was going to die!" Wally exclaimed affronted.

 

"̶̡̡͉͙͉͛̈̏ͅS̸̠̰̓̈́̈́͋̋͒̐̐͠͝ó̸͇̦͔̜̮̍͗̀̂̀̔̆̉̏r̴̡̉͒̈͛̓r̶̢͙̓̓̏̂̈́̾̕͘͝͝y̵̛͕̭̺͎͐̀̓̓͋̈͛͒͝ͅ ̵͈͉̭͓̈́̉͊̀͛͋͒̇̚͜͝m̴̢̮͈͉̼͂͝a̵͇̩̭̋̏̃̇̌̈́̏̑̿̑ǹ̵͙̜̖͕̖̗̌ͅ.̸͈̭̦͓̗̘͖̍͆́̇͠͝͝"̵̨̧̨̨͎̪̰͙̔͗ The being apologized.

 

And that's how Wally became pen pals with the ghost king, John almost got a brain aneurism, and Hal got a cool drinking story.

Notes:

This is my first finished fic that isn't a one shot! Thanks so much for reading, hope you all enjoyed the story! (Can you tell where I debated between making this super angsty and choose to keep this a crack fic?)

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading! I just got the idea for this and don’t know much about these characters, so criticism is welcome. If someone could tell stealingyourbones on tumbler that I filled their prompt ( I’m jeffeniney on tumblr) as mine seems to be being glitchy.